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"Lu Ye Ye?"
Zuo Ci laughed even more joyfully.
Seeing Zuo Ci's smile, Black Cripple began to tremble.
"Ah, Lu Queyi, it seems you might need to change your name to 'Lu No Life' now!"
In Tongcheng, three were missing at the Antique Shop.
An old man dressed in a coarse linen robe sat on the ground.
Half of his face was aged, while the other half appeared wooden and dull, resembling Guan Jintang's half face.
He coldly took out a Beast Talisman from his waist, which took the form of a Lion Biting Sword.
Pressing the Beast Talisman tightly against his forehead, he shouted, "Calm!"
Roar!
A low rumbling roar emanated from within the Lion Biting Sword Beast Talisman. This was the Lion Biting Sword, also known as Rui Shi Han Jian, an auspicious talisman capable of suppressing evil spirits.
His half face began to twist.
Creak, creak.
His features wriggled like insects, curling up.
One side of his face lost its eyes, nose, and mouth, transforming into a hollow void.
After briefly suppressing the Soul Stripping Curse, Lu Queyi immediately began to counter it. He took out a wooden figure carved with red Fulu from his pocket. The wooden figure had no facial features and looked quite eerie.
He bit his index finger and struggled to chant: "Liu Linglang, Liu Linglang, born by the ancient path in the wilderness, I now summon you as a divine general to protect against wind and frost in the wilds, soul!"
The head of the faceless wooden figure twisted instantly, as if half a face was being squeezed out from within.
On the other side, Zuo Ci watched as the Blood Flesh Copper Coin on Guan Jintang's forehead began to dim, and the features on his half face disappeared, with dry yellow grass sprouting from the flesh and blood.
He let out a sinister laugh. "No wonder he's an old master; he managed to break my Soul Stripping Curse and even countered it with the Camphor Willow Curse—impressive indeed! This old master is quite formidable!"
Though he did not understand the intricacies of the situation, Black Cripple had seen enough to know that this was unusual. It had only been two rounds, yet it seemed that in the realm of curses, our esteemed gentleman was at a disadvantage. Such a scenario was rare indeed.
Zuo Ci pressed his lips together, realizing that Lao Deng possessed all of Lu Ban's Forbidden Techniques. With just one move, he unleashed advanced curses. The beggar he had encountered years ago claimed to be an elder of the Missing Sect but had only obtained the upper volume of forbidden techniques. Had he lied? That seemed impossible; after all, Zuo Ci had flayed him alive and used the Three Souls and Seven Spirits to light a lantern. Under such torment, how could one possibly lie?
It appeared that Lu Queyi held a very high status within the Missing Sect. Zuo Ci's eyes reflected a mix of uncertainty and contemplation. The Dou Yan Zhi Fa was a contest of skill, unrelated to cultivation level; even a Little Evil Master with exceptional curse techniques could potentially spellbind a Fa Jing Zhen Ren. However, this did not apply to those at the Dao Realm.
Once one reached the Dao Realm, they could sense threats from curses in advance, almost as if by instinct. Thus, it was rare for anyone to be foolish enough to cast Yan Shu against someone from the Dao Realm; it was akin to lighting a lantern in a restroom—pure folly!
However, there was a significant drawback to the Yansheng Technique. If he were to kill Lu Queyi and burn the Auspicious Talisman, then no matter how advanced the Yan Shu was, it would crumble without resistance.
With this thought in mind, Zuo Ci took out a Black Talisman and recited: "Your eyes are my eyes, your spirit is my spirit, open!" The Black Talisman ignited spontaneously without wind.
The Fulu in his hand and the folded Paper Man Fulu were Mother Talismans that could sense each other. He discovered that the Crouching Old Corpse holding the Cinerary Urn was located in an ancient Antique Shop in the southwest corner of the city center—not too far from where he stood.
A cold smile appeared on Zuo Ci's face as he thought, "I've found you!"
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